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the backyard of Mount Zion, just so I could get through it.
Today though, I wanted to face my fears. Why should I be chained by the mental fuckery of someone who never cared for me? Should I let Scott Pressman's screwing with my mind forever prevent me from hearing the words that any person should yearn to hear? Determined, I changed into my exercise clothes and stood in the middle of the gym, tapping my foot while I waited. It was six thirty.
"You know, you don't have to do this," Sophie said to me quietly as she waited with me. "I didn't call him over for this purpose. I called him over to do some training.”
"I know," I replied, "but I can't just go hide in my room or something until I get over it. Besides, we both know he didn't do anything wrong."
Sophie nodded. It’d actually been touching, considering how much he was annoyed by the man, that Mark came in later that night and talked with me about it. He'd been convinced Patrick had meant no harm, and was genuinely broken up by the whole thing. Even Vanessa had done some surreptitious inquiry, giving me a hint into just how widespread the executive assistant network ran. I wondered if I could tap into that somehow.
"You really think he's a good guy?" I asked Sophie. Six twenty nine. He'd have to get there soon or else he would be late.
"Mark seems to think so, and he's got good taste in women at least," Sophie told me, earning a smile from me. I heard the front door of Mount Zion slam, and feet running through the house.
"Sorry I'm late!" Patrick said as he burst into the gym. Seeing me, he stumbled, thankfully near the mats where he could fall instead of near the weight racks. "T... Tabby."
"Patrick," I said. He looked so cute down there, his tie askew and his one shoe off, that I had to smile. "You all right?"
"Uh, yeah," he said. "Just that at the last minute when I was leaving work, I had a phone call from someone, it just delayed me a bit. Sorry about that."
"You should be apologizing to Sophie, not me," I teased. Sophie rolled her eyes and shook her head, walking past me to help Patrick up.
"Patrick, go change. Tabby's going to be doing her own thing today, but you're stuck with me." Patrick nodded, but his eyes were fixed on me, which I had to admit put some warm butterflies in my stomach. Sophie grabbed his jaw in her left hand and turned him towards her, pulling him down to look in the eye.
“Eyes on me. It’s time to work, got it? Don’t you so much as look at Tabby until we’re done.” It was actually cool, seeing her get strict like that. If Sophie ever got tired being a super friend, homemaker, vigilante and whatever else, she could always have been a damn good drill instructor.
"I understand," Patrick replied. "I'll do my best."
"You better," Sophie said, “Mark’s not the only one who can kick your ass.”
"Where is he, anyway?"
“Shopping for a few things,” Sophie replied. "He'll be back by dinner time. Now, get changed, be back here in five minutes for warm up."
Patrick nodded and disappeared, never once looking at me again. Sophie turned to me with a grin. "I think I'm going to like this workout. Now, do me a favor."
"What?" I asked, my nervousness evaporating under the light of Sophie's smile. Seriously, having her around makes life so much easier.
“Do you thing, but don’t tease him, I don't need him dropping something on his toes."
"So no hip extensions or toe touch deadlifts?" I asked.
Sophie rolled her eyes and shook her head. "No, and they're called Romanian deadlifts.”
While I’ll admit I enjoyed blowing off a little steam, not all of that came from what I was actually doing. Instead, there was a certain sadistic pleasure that came from watching Sophie put Patrick through his paces. She wasn't mean, and after that first time, she never even had to raise her voice except in encouragement.
But she wouldn't let him slack off, she wouldn't let him stop. I was amazed as she knew exactly what psychological
Today though, I wanted to face my fears. Why should I be chained by the mental fuckery of someone who never cared for me? Should I let Scott Pressman's screwing with my mind forever prevent me from hearing the words that any person should yearn to hear? Determined, I changed into my exercise clothes and stood in the middle of the gym, tapping my foot while I waited. It was six thirty.
"You know, you don't have to do this," Sophie said to me quietly as she waited with me. "I didn't call him over for this purpose. I called him over to do some training.”
"I know," I replied, "but I can't just go hide in my room or something until I get over it. Besides, we both know he didn't do anything wrong."
Sophie nodded. It’d actually been touching, considering how much he was annoyed by the man, that Mark came in later that night and talked with me about it. He'd been convinced Patrick had meant no harm, and was genuinely broken up by the whole thing. Even Vanessa had done some surreptitious inquiry, giving me a hint into just how widespread the executive assistant network ran. I wondered if I could tap into that somehow.
"You really think he's a good guy?" I asked Sophie. Six twenty nine. He'd have to get there soon or else he would be late.
"Mark seems to think so, and he's got good taste in women at least," Sophie told me, earning a smile from me. I heard the front door of Mount Zion slam, and feet running through the house.
"Sorry I'm late!" Patrick said as he burst into the gym. Seeing me, he stumbled, thankfully near the mats where he could fall instead of near the weight racks. "T... Tabby."
"Patrick," I said. He looked so cute down there, his tie askew and his one shoe off, that I had to smile. "You all right?"
"Uh, yeah," he said. "Just that at the last minute when I was leaving work, I had a phone call from someone, it just delayed me a bit. Sorry about that."
"You should be apologizing to Sophie, not me," I teased. Sophie rolled her eyes and shook her head, walking past me to help Patrick up.
"Patrick, go change. Tabby's going to be doing her own thing today, but you're stuck with me." Patrick nodded, but his eyes were fixed on me, which I had to admit put some warm butterflies in my stomach. Sophie grabbed his jaw in her left hand and turned him towards her, pulling him down to look in the eye.
“Eyes on me. It’s time to work, got it? Don’t you so much as look at Tabby until we’re done.” It was actually cool, seeing her get strict like that. If Sophie ever got tired being a super friend, homemaker, vigilante and whatever else, she could always have been a damn good drill instructor.
"I understand," Patrick replied. "I'll do my best."
"You better," Sophie said, “Mark’s not the only one who can kick your ass.”
"Where is he, anyway?"
“Shopping for a few things,” Sophie replied. "He'll be back by dinner time. Now, get changed, be back here in five minutes for warm up."
Patrick nodded and disappeared, never once looking at me again. Sophie turned to me with a grin. "I think I'm going to like this workout. Now, do me a favor."
"What?" I asked, my nervousness evaporating under the light of Sophie's smile. Seriously, having her around makes life so much easier.
“Do you thing, but don’t tease him, I don't need him dropping something on his toes."
"So no hip extensions or toe touch deadlifts?" I asked.
Sophie rolled her eyes and shook her head. "No, and they're called Romanian deadlifts.”
While I’ll admit I enjoyed blowing off a little steam, not all of that came from what I was actually doing. Instead, there was a certain sadistic pleasure that came from watching Sophie put Patrick through his paces. She wasn't mean, and after that first time, she never even had to raise her voice except in encouragement.
But she wouldn't let him slack off, she wouldn't let him stop. I was amazed as she knew exactly what psychological
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